His Name

 At Christmas time I heard His name

 Drowned out by every toy and game

 For “Santa Claus” had so beguiled

 My child’s heart, then beating wild.

 

Then soon I heard His name in song,

 In hymns that echoed far and long

 Across the threshold of my years,

 Yet bringing neither joy nor tears.

 

His name I heard from angry lips

 Pronounced in hate – and mundane quips,

 As meaningless as wind and rain

 Upon a battered weathervane.

 

And then one day He came to me

 To set my captive spirit free;

 And now His name is wondrous fair!

 Like sounds of spring upon the air!

 

Oh Jesus, Jesus, name so sweet

 Making all my days complete;

 Above all names His name will be

 My Door to Life eternally.

 

Marian Banducci

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